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ONLY LOVE by Cassandra Alls

This poem was inspired 
after reuniting with an old friend after 20 years.

 It was a beautiful reminder that no matter the time, distance, circumstance or beliefs, love is ever present. Our minds may forget but our soul remembers the connections that never fade. 
We are all connected in the most powerful energy of the Universe: 
We are united and connected in Love.
Only Love
We’ve been connected all along, through many lifetimes and light years.  
You've found me in each one, flying through the Universe with only your soul as radar.
You don’t know where you are going, but your heart does. 
When you reach your destination your heart, your soul, your Spirit explode with the energy that remembers. 
There is a knowing even if the mind fights it. The Spirit is stronger, but you will not listen.
We live in an illusion fighting through the distractions, ignoring the messages that eat away at our being. Pay attention my Love; it’s real, it never ends.
 Love is eternal.
In silence you found me. In the darkness I saw your eyes open and connect with mine, as if we were there again. In that place where no words exist, but the soul hears the message.
Be with me, if only in your heart and remember.
 Remember that there is no time, there is no place, there is only now and only Love.
~This poem originally appeared on Rebelle Society.~
(To hear Cassandra recite her poem 'Only Love' click play)




Cassandra Deehring Alls began writing at a young age to help her process the chaos, stress, confusion, beauty and love of life. She later turned them into her first work of poetry, Eyes Of My Soul. When she is not writing and sharing her soul with others you can find her creating and dancing in the kitchen, on her yoga mat, exploring with her children, advocating for a cause, or planning her next big adventure. Cassandra is the creator of Holistic DIVA, a website offering an infusion of mind~body & spiritual inspiration while living and healing in harmony with nature. Cassandra lives a spiritual, heart centered life and inspires others to free their minds, open their hearts and truly live life with passion. She is a contributing writer on Rebelle Society and will be launching her newest co-creation Heart Songs on February 25th. You can continue to follow her bliss at HolisticDiva.com., or connect with her on Facebook here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

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  1. I really enjoyed the theme in your poem, Cassandra! That invisible thread of love connecting us all, even while apart from one another. Your poem is so sweet and mystical at the same time, and your softly spoken narrative of it is so soothing! It's always a treat to hear the voices of the poetesses I feature here on my poetry blog. It gives the experience of the poem a whole other dimension, which I really delight in. Thank you again for sharing this intimate vista into your heart, and I hope you will feel inspired to share more with us in the future. Happy to have you here!

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